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April 17, 2013 01:19 PM UTC --
The anecdote I’m about to narrate took place during my aunt’s garden party.
In order to preserve the chronology of the events that took place on that fateful evening and also . . .
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March 23, 2013 01:52 PM UTC --
Well, it keeps time. But, it doesn’t work on intuition as a bird would or on temperament as an infant would. Things are precise here; demand almost no bargain from my end - except ofcourse an occasional . . .
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February 10, 2013 09:58 PM UTC --
I’m not a very big fan of mystery thrillers. They tend to stretch my imagination to the point of collapse. I hate to read into the idiosyncrasy of a battery of characters and then . . .
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February 10, 2013 08:56 AM UTC --
I’m not a very big fan of mystery thrillers. They tend to stretch my imagination to the point of collapse. I hate to read into the idiosyncrasy of a battery of characters . . .
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February 09, 2013 11:27 PM UTC --
When he is cooped up in the jug for fourteen days without an option, a lad of some twenty summers has nothing much to do except rue the events of that fateful day which brought his fledgling . . .
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February 07, 2013 01:04 PM UTC --
On this peaceful Sunday morning, I was relaxing with a beaker of piping hot tea after having pampered myself with a hearty English breakfast of eggs, bacons, kippers, marmalades and whatnot, . . .
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February 05, 2013 08:41 AM UTC --
Author's Note: This anecdote is a prequel to About Ms. Moon
I wasn't quite awake yet. The rays of the morning sun had snuck into my room at their usual hour and were busy playing . . .
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February 02, 2013 06:21 AM UTC --
I was once engaged, in my early twenties, to this girl called Ms. Moon who bore a close resemblance to a sergeant-major of the infantry. She was neither as plump as a cheese-cake nor dressed . . .
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January 30, 2013 11:26 AM UTC --
No matter how hard I swallow, my tongue remains perpetually flooded until the slab of chocolate is removed from my direct line of sight. My tongue in order to satiate its irresistible urge . . .
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January 27, 2013 12:09 PM UTC --
The crystal sphere melts under the influence of an enchantress who charms my abode with amorous kisses and playful licks of her sedative tongue. The beguiling mistress steals into . . .
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January 26, 2013 12:13 PM UTC --
The problem with me is that I do not demonstrate an innate propensity for shouldering responsibility because I thrive on a temperamental assumption that I’m born to be carefree and insouciant . . .
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January 24, 2013 12:58 PM UTC --
I vividly remember the time when I embarked upon my voyage across this vast watery hinterland. The moon shone timidly among the many brightly lit stars momentarily veiled behind sparse cumulus. The . . .
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January 24, 2013 06:09 AM UTC --
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Explicit content. Reader's discretion is advised
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Some reminiscences are
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November 19, 2012 12:45 PM UTC --
He begins with filling his cupped palms to the brim with water, stoops to shorten the distance between his face and hands and then with a tidy upward flick of the wrists, decants the . . .
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November 08, 2012 03:01 AM UTC --
Mindless sanity; misnomers; blatant vanity; insipid delight; candescent truculence:
abhorrent flavours gel together -
the fruitcake tastes better during Christmas.
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October 25, 2012 02:11 PM UTC --
the sedimentary deposits on my shoes are souvenirs from many a journey across alluvial plains; the reeds that give tongue to my thoughts are blunt now; the linen on my person is soiled with . . .
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October 22, 2012 09:33 PM UTC --
Five birds perched on a telegraph wire. Three take off, two remain.
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© All rights reserved, 2012 by Ratandeep Satwant Singh. Please visit me at DeadwoodEdition.com and . . .
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October 22, 2012 06:46 AM UTC --
We stand on either side of the bed, gazing lustlessly at each other's naked selves. Disheveled hair, glassy stare, grotesque paunch, sagging breasts underline our waning interest in sex. Her eroticism . . .
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September 15, 2012 12:22 PM UTC --
With chosen words, I endeavour to paint a picture on a piece of paper. Have I smudged the latter? This is for you to decide, O learned Reader.
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© All rights reserved, 2012 . . .
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September 13, 2012 01:53 PM UTC --
Two minutes until death!
I shall then transcend into a dreamless slumber sans pain, sorrow and joy.
I shall then break free from this cage of mud and shall snap the shackles of attachment . . .
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